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Riley Grimes. The baby sister of Rick Grimes, a Sheriff's Deputy in King County, Georgia, a real southern man with a southern wife, southern son, and southern best friend, he's a survivor. Riley though? She moved to Maine when she turne...
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It was the best sleep I had ever had. When I woke up, I was facing away from the door, and Daryl was pressed against my back, one arm under my head, acting as a pillow, and the other wrapped around my waist, and resting on my slightly bloated stomach, rubbing soothing circles on it.
"Good morning." I whispered, rolling over to look at him. He was grinning. It was the first time I had ever seen him smile, and he wasn't just smiling. He was grinning.
"Good morning." He said softly, moving his hand up to stroke down my face.
"How are you feeling?" He whispered, pressing a soft kiss to my forehead.
"Amazing. What about you?"
"Fantastic. But we need to be gettin' up. Everyone's been walking down to breakfast for awhile." I just nodded, still beaming up at him. Neither of us moved, until Daryl finally tilted his head down and pressed his lips to mine. It was gentle, the first kiss we had that wasn't pure lust, but emotional, and we were both lost in it for a long time.
"We need to get up." I finally said, pulling away slightly so I could talk.
"Mhmm." He murmured before diving right back in.
Eventually, we did manage to get out of bed, and start making our way to breakfast, but I realized shortly after brushing my hair, that there was no way to cover the hickies that covered my throat and chest, so I didn't even bother, instead choosing to wear them with pride.
After pulling my hair up in to a ponytail, Daryl and I began walking down to breakfast. He had thrown his arm around my shoulders shortly after we walked through the door, and every so often he leaned over to kiss my temple, my cheek, my jaw, my neck, my shoulder, pretty much anywhere he could reach, and each time I just leaned into him a little more, loving every second of it.
Ashton had hated PDA. If we weren't at one of our houses, he didn't want to touch me. Not even to hold my hand, or anything. He would freak out if I did anything that made it look like we were a couple.
But so far with Daryl? The opposite seemed to be the case. He wanted people to know I was his. And it was a nice feeling, to belong to someone, with someone, to be wanted.
"Don't ever let me drink like that again." Glenn was saying when we walked in, and everyone stopped talking when they saw us. I could feel Daryl shift awkwardly beside me, he still wasn't fully comfortable with the group, but his urge to claim me seemed to outweigh his embarrassment since his arm around my shoulder didn't fall.
"Good morning." I said cheerily, hoping to break the awkward silence, and it seemed to work since Rick, Lori, Merle, and the others instantly greeted us back, and made room for us to sit at the table. When we were settled, Daryl's chair pressed right up against mine and his arm around the back of it, T-Dog placed two plates of eggs, four pills, and two glasses of orange-juice in front of us. Before we could thank him though, Shane had walked in, and boy was he a sight.
